Just when I was catching my breath.

Let me tell you that on Friday, after a week of things going pretty well I felt as though ground had opened up right under my feet and swallow me .

Let me back track just a little.  The surgery went well and biopsy came back noncancerous. ( This we found out on Thursday.)  The plastic surgeon said we should give Abby's chin another 7 months to heal before we talk about surgery ( yeah!).  X-man was released from the GI's care on the count of him gaining some wieght and I don't have to be quite as aggressive with the feeding.  I gave my hubby the quilt, which he loved and we have even been able to use a couple of times, nice weather for May!  And he did spend most of the night after the surgery under it.  I had an eye doctor appointment.  All in all things seemed to be begininng to calm down.  As a matter of fact we planned to camp out in the new tent in the in-law's yard.

I got back from the eye doctor and picked up the rest of the family, the hubby had gathered the necessities, I had grocery shopped , and we loaded the car.  We got to the in-laws and began to unload.  Started to make dinner and the hubby started to deciphor the tent instructions.  Then the heavens came crashing down. 

The six year old picked up the crying baby and he quieted.  She was out the door before I could say anything and the next moment blood curtling screaming, Lily sobbing hysterically, and my hubby yelling thunderously.  Lily had tripped and fell with the X-man on the cement patio!  My hubby did not see it, but said that it sounded like someone threw a melon on the cement.  The Xman's head began to swell, Lily's elbows were bleeding and the hubby was angrier then I can ever remember seeing him.  Remarkably, I was calm.  I got ice.  I checked his pupils.  I assesed the lump and comforted Lily who was frantic.  ( it really could have happened to anyone of us including the hubby).  I called a family friend whois a pediatrician and got some advice.  An EMT,who lives down the street came over to look at X.  She said to take him in.  So off the the ER we went, I had to drive the hubby was too angry to see straight, still.  Any way, X is okay.  He has headaches, he has swelling, and he has to be watched very carefully for the next 6 days. 


Here is the quilt on our bed.  Yesterday I used the left over fabric to recover throw pillows to match.  Only cost me my time.  The quilt can also fit with the stripes vertical.





X before the fall.  His head is a little large and not as perfectly round. and he doesn't smile like this quite as much now.

 I guess I was fine until the next morning when I hadn't slept a wink.  (we had to wake him up every two hours, but he was up amost all night anyway)  I think it was at that point when I realized how lucky we were,  how fragile we are and how close we came to great tragedy.  I cried.  It is exhausting being strong for everyone else and I had been doing it for weeks.  The fall was just the final straw.  I just want to sit home and hold my kids and not talk to anyone.  May be not even the hubby, but I guess I have to let him in.